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Looking at those traces, the Ten Wizard Saints knew they were not the only ones who had endured the pain all the way to the ruins' entrance.

But judging by the intact, intricate seal and symbols on the door, along with how someone had spread word of the ancient ruins far and wide, they were not the only ones blocked outside the sealed entrance.

The person behind this had made their intentions abundantly clear: they clearly intended to use their strength to open the ruins' door!

Though they had expected as much, the group still tried to force their way through. Such dangerous ruins had to be dealt with as quickly as possible.

But Dragon Slayer Magic, Celestial Magic, Arc of Time... none of those powerful spells had any effect whatsoever when they struck the door.

At that moment, those attacks seemed to have been broken down into basic magic power, but wracked by agony, the group had no energy left for further analysis.

After failing to break through by force, they memorized the seal and the symbols, then hurriedly withdrew.

Under that inhuman pain, every second spent there felt as long as a year. Trying once was enough; they simply could not endure that agony and keep slowly wearing down the seal.

Until they were fully prepared, they had no desire to experience that unbearable pain again.

At the same time, they understood why the other party had leaked news of the ancient ruins just to draw others in to help open its entrance. That pain truly was not something an ordinary person could endure.

But by the same token, since they currently had no particularly viable solution, why not let those wizards give it a try?

At that moment, even relatively kind-hearted Ten Wizard Saints like Makarov raised